Fortunately I remembered that I had a houseguest—one who was drunk last night and was most likely hungover this morning. And he still reeked of liquor. Another nudge with his foot. “Leave me alone, Jazz.” “Wake up, you need to see this.” Another kick. I tried to rub the sleep out of my uncooperative eyes. “See what?” I asked. “And stop kicking me.” “It’s headline news.” “You woke me up to—” “Shush.” He pointed at my thirteen-inch television. “It’s about to air again.” “What is this about?” “Thunder Ministries.” That perked me up. We stared at the television, and I tried my best to stay focused on CNN rather than wondering if Jazz still had on underwear. The underwear question definitely held my attention more, that is, until the reporter started in on Thunder Ministries and the recent tragic death of two-year-old Ezekiel Thunder IV. My heart ached seeing his picture on the screen, and then the focal point of the segment shifted to Thunder’s “controversial”
